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  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape
  Character:
      Albus_Dumbledore, Harry_Potter, Minerva_McGonagall, Severus_Snape, Draco
      Malfoy
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      Published: 2006-04-16 Words: 5314
****** What Spring Brings ******
by dotty23 [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     Severus gets more and more grumpy so Harry, with Draco's help,
     develops a plan that might get him what he wants and cheer Severus
     up, if everything works out just right.
Notes
     Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally
     archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial
     reasons. To preserve the archive, I began manually importing its
     works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in August 2016. I
     e-mailed all creators about the move and posted announcements, but
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     profile.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Severus Snape or any other characters
herein. They belong to JK Rowling, I only borrowed them to play.
Notes: Written for the Easter/Spring challenge at the LJ community
'ficchallenge'
 
What spring brings
 
The sunshine was strong enough to make the last bits of snow melt and the grass
that covered the grounds of Hogwarts could be seen again. The first small
flowers struggled to break through the still hard earth and proceeded to form
small blotches of vivid colours that made the students grin from ear to ear.
The teens spent more time outside, running, laughing; obviously enjoying the
thought that summer would come soon. Some wore nothing more than short-sleeved
shirts and trousers, earning only slightly disapproving looks from their
teachers. New couples seemed to form at random and the halls were clustered
with giggling girls, grinning boys and kissing couples, even after curfew.
Everyone was happy. Severus was irritated.
He had more work to do than usual, his nightly patrols were nothing but
annoying and had lost their calming effect on him when he needed nothing more
than time to think without being interrupted by his students. He heard the
sound of shuffling feet and a hushed whisper and sighed internally. He turned
to the alcove the sound had come from and found two fifth year Ravenclaws
looking at him with matching shocked expressions. Soon the two students hurried
down the corridor after Severus had taken points and given each of them one
night of detention with Filch. He ended his round through the castle at three
o’clock in the morning, having taken points from all houses but his own. His
students were smart enough not to get caught, at least he told himself so after
ignoring suspicious sounds on the way to his quarters.
The weekend came and with it the train to take most of the students home to
their families. Severus watched the excited students from the staff table and
frowned. He let his eyes sweep through the Great Hall, letting them rest on
Harry Potter for a while. The young man held his gaze, looking thoughtful and
then heaved a sigh, giving Severus a small smile before getting up to leave
with his friends. Severus’ frown deepened.
Only four third years and two seventh years stayed at Hogwarts for the holidays
and Dumbledore rearranged the tables in the Great Hall so that teachers and
students sat at the same table, much like they did around Christmas. When
Severus entered the Hall for breakfast next morning, he almost turned on his
heels but Dumbledore had already seen him and gestured for him to come over.
Severus glared at the mass of flowers that now decorated the Hall, his hand
twitched to reach for his wand, to vanish the birds or kill them, anything to
stop them from singing. As it was, he did nothing but glare and sit down at the
table. The headmaster twinkled at him and Severus directed his glare at the
young Hufflepuffs who paled immediately.
Soon enough the doors opened again and Draco Malfoy entered, looking as
spotless as ever. He looked at the decoration with disgust but said nothing. He
sat down, leaving one place empty between him and Severus. Severus shot him
with a disapproving look, the blonde as unimpressed as ever. With a deep frown
Severus began mutilating his toast angrily.
The birds were still singing. He hated them. He hated spring flowers, new
couples and singing birds, just as much as he hated Easter. But most of all he
hated spring, almost as much as he hated summer. Spring had never brought
anything good for Severus; in fact it had only ever made his life harder. When
he was a student, spring had meant that he had to go home soon, had to go back
to his loathed father and his weak mother. Spring had brought his mother’s
death. After school it had meant joining the Dark Lord, making the biggest
mistake of his life. It had meant killing a person for the first time in his
life. Spring had made him rise high and then fall hard, it had been the time
when he came crawling back to Hogwarts, begging at Dumbledore’s feet. And then,
when suddenly everything had changed because of a baby, spring had been the
time of anticipation, listening to the whispers, awaiting Voldemort’s return.
The change was followed by tense years of nervousness and fear, of trials and
exhausting interrogations. And then summer had brought the Dark Lord back. Six
years had passed, not one without his appearance and Severus was already
waiting nervously for this year’s plans. Summer followed spring, which was one
more reason to hate spring.
The doors opened once again and Harry Potter, ruffled as usual, stepped
through. He grinned as his gaze swept over the flowers and upwards to the
birds. He sat down between Draco and Severus, though he didn’t seem to mind at
all. He smiled broadly at everyone, including Severus.
“Good morning! Nice decoration, Headmaster.” The old wizard nodded his thanks
with a broad smile of his own, obviously pleased that finally there was someone
who appreciated his work.
“Professor, could you pass the tea, please?” Potter asked. Severus ignored him.
“Professor Snape?”
Severus turned his head to glare at the Gryffindor but much to his
disappointment, the young man’s only reaction was arching his eyebrows.
Sometimes he missed the times when he could shrink Potter with a look. Nowadays
the teen seemed to barely register it; he even had the audacity to look
slightly amused. Severus grabbed the teapot and thrust it into Potter’s hand,
who managed to suppress a grin. It made Severus furious. He put down his
cutlery none too gently and stood abruptly, striding out of the Hall, anger
visible only in his stiff back and clenched fists.
“What have you done now?” Malfoy asked Harry, sounding vaguely surprised. Harry
watched the man slam the door shut behind him and then turned around to the
remaining Slytherin.
“I have no idea.” He sighed. His Head of House turned to him with a sympathetic
smile.
“You have done nothing wrong, Mister Potter, but you have to understand that
Professor Snape is under enormous pressure at the moment with-“ she paused to
look at the younger students, “-with everything that has happened lately.”
Harry nodded and the Slytherin leaned over to whisper into Harry’s ear. What he
said made Harry grin.
He and Draco had made an agreement a few months prior. Draco had silently
switched sides after his father had died and only a few people knew of it.
Since Draco had information that could be useful for the Order, Harry, as a
member, had been among the first to know. They had made peace and found that if
they worked together, it would be easier for them to get what they wanted.
Draco already had what he wanted in form of his girlfriend, Hermione Granger.
Much to everyone’s surprise, Ron had not been furious but had simply nodded
when Hermione confessed everything. Harry had the suspicion that Ron had a
crush on Luna but he didn’t know for sure. Now Draco had promised to help Harry
to get what he wanted, the Head of Slytherin. With a sigh Harry turned his
attention on his plate, a plan forming in his head.
 
A few days later Severus ventured outside and took a long walk at the shore of
the lake. He had done enough work for one day and wanted to escape the walls of
the castle for a while. He didn’t normally mind the silence in his rooms but
for once it had depressed him. After almost an hour, he leaned his back against
one of the thick trees and closed his eyes. The sun warmed his face and he
allowed himself to enjoy it for a while. He noticed that there were almost no
sounds of animals around him; only occasionally a bird would pipe up. The waves
washed gently against the shore, and dragged sand into the lake as Severus
watched. His eyes wandered over the grounds slowly, registering how the grass
was a little greener than a few days ago, noticed how the rays of the setting
sun coloured everything in a warm reddish-gold. In this moment he almost forgot
that he loathed spring. His eyes fell on a figure that moved along the lake,
still close to the castle. He identified the person as Potter almost
immediately and frowned as the student disappeared into the Forbidden Forest.
With an angry sigh Severus pushed away from the tree and walked towards the
place where the Gryffindor had entered the forest. To his surprise, Severus
found the young man sitting with his back against a tree, a notebook and a
pencil in his hands. Potter hadn’t heard him approach and hadn’t seen him since
he had his back towards Severus and was concentrating on the items in his
hands. The pencil flew over the paper and slowly the castle became visible. The
rough edges at first, then more and more details. Severus started as the young
man spoke up after a few minutes.
“If you want to continue watching me, you might as well sit down, Professor,
I’ll stay here for a while.” Harry’s eyes never left the paper, even as his
lips curved into a smile. Within seconds, Severus had reigned in his surprise
and sneered at his student.
“Contrary to what you might think, there are indeed people who don’t spend
their time admiring you, Mister Potter, and I certainly am one of them.” To his
dismay, his comment only caused Potter’s smile to widen. The young man closed
the notebook and stood up to face his teacher. He took a few steps towards
Severus and simply looked at him for a while. Severus held his gaze and brushed
over the Gryffindor’s mind, which he found carefully guarded. Arching an
eyebrow, Severus waited for his student to give in and say something, which
Harry eventually did.
“I wanted to ask you about our lessons. We stopped so abruptly last time and
you haven’t scheduled a new one yet so I thought I’d ask if you want to
continue them...” For the first time in weeks, Severus saw something like
insecurity in those emerald eyes and it made him wonder, when the fidgeting boy
had grown into the calm and self-confident man, for Harry was certainly a man.
His body had filled out a bit; he had grown a few inches and was now almost
Severus’ height. Madame Pomfrey had finally adjusted his eyesight and therefore
the unattractive glasses were gone, making Harry look more mature in
combination with his slightly longer hair.
Their last ‘Remedial Potions’ lesson had indeed been ended rather abruptly
since the Dark Lord had summoned Severus and he was expected to answer the call
instantly. After the meeting, Severus had been too busy to think about the
extra lessons with Potter and if he was honest, he had started to feel
uncomfortable, or more exactly, too comfortable to be good, around his student.
Since their current training, wandless magic and defensive as well as offensive
spells and charms, occasionally required him to show the younger man exactly
what to do; they’d had a fair amount of physical contact. Severus had found
that he couldn’t stop his body from reacting to Harry and he didn’t want the
Gryffindor to know that. It would probably send the young man running away from
him in disgust and of course, make their training more complicated than it
already was. Harry’s voice called him back to reality.
“Professor?” The young man looked slightly worried. Severus blinked and tore
his eyes from Harry’s lips.
“If you have nothing better to do in your free time, we might as well continue
your training.” Severus turned quickly and began to walk off as Harry called
him back. The young man had an amused smile on his lips.
“Professor, you haven’t given me a time.” He pointed out, clearly trying to
control laughter. Severus stared at him for a few seconds before he answered.
“Tonight, after dinner.” He turned again and walked away with a frown.
 
When Harry arrived at the door to Snape’s office a few hours later, the man
seemed absent. Even more than he had in the afternoon which still amused Harry
as much as it confused him. Severus Snape was almost never inattentive and the
conversation they had had earlier made Harry wonder what the reason for Snape’s
state of mind was.
Whatever the reason, Snape’s mind seemed to be on other things as he taught
Harry how to protect himself from stones that were charmed to attack him from
all directions at the same time. Having worked with different shielding charms
when he had been the head of Dumbledore’s Army, the task proved to be
relatively simple, which was a rare thing when it came to Snape’s lessons.
Snape watched as Harry raised his hand to take control of one stone and sent it
in his teacher’s direction. Snape made no move to stop him until the stone had
almost hit him. Only then, he wordlessly and wandlessly deflected it.
“Kindly refrain from experimenting when there are objects flying around,
threatening to knock you out, Mister Potter.” Harry gaped. No word about
attacking his teacher? He blinked a few times and the protective spell around
him dropped. He barely managed to duck away as several stones that were aimed
at his head crashed into each other.
“Potter!” Snape bellowed and waved a hand, the stones dropping to the floor
around Harry. “Pay attention!” The older man glared at him. “If you don’t pay
attention then you will never be ready to fight the Dark Lord, let alone
survive it!”
Harry swallowed and murmured an apology. He wondered what he had done wrong to
irritate the man but he couldn’t think of anything. Draco’s suggestion floated
around in his head again. He grinned slightly before he could stop himself.
“You think that is funny, Potter? If you don’t take this seriously, if you
think you don’t need our lessons anymore and go to the Headmaster and tell him
that.” Snape said very quietly, a strange glint in his eyes as he took three,
four steps towards Harry, trapping him against the large desk. Harry stared
into Snape’s dark eyes and couldn’t say anything for a few seconds. The man was
so close, their knees were almost touching, even as Harry bent slightly
backwards over the desk.
“I-I’m sorry Professor! I do take your lessons seriously, I know that I need
them and I know that you don’t like that you have to spend your free time with
me-“ Snape took a step backwards, crossed his arms over his chest and turned
away. “Professor, I- look, can we just go on? I promise I’ll pay attention.”
After a moment, Snape nodded and turned around slowly, wand raised. Before
Harry could think about what was to come, Snape was attacking his mind,
breaking through Harry’s mental shields. Memories rolled over him like waves,
his aunt flying through the air, flashes of Dudley and his friends and
eventually scenes of his years in Hogwarts, the Chamber of Secrets and the Yule
ball. Harry pushed hard against the invader but it was to no avail. Skin
sliding against, skin, harsh panting, long elegant hands on his skin; one last
frantic push and suddenly he was alone in his head again.
It took a few seconds until his surroundings sharpened and Harry realized that
he was squashing Snape against the door. Blushing furiously as his body reacted
immediately to the man he wanted, Harry pushed away and stumbled a few steps
backwards, still breathing heavily. An apology tumbled from his lips as he
purposely avoided looking into Snape’s eyes bent down to pick up his wand that
had fallen from his pocket. When he heard no comment from Snape, he turned
carefully to see that the man had once again crossed his arms over his chest
and had taken a few steps away from the door.
“I think we have done enough for one night, Mister Potter, we will continue
this tomorrow.” He swiftly walked around his desk and sat down in the chair,
pulling a stack of homework towards him.
“But Professor, we have barely star-“ Harry didn’t get to finish his sentence
as Snape bellowed he should get out. He didn’t look up as Harry said goodnight
and left.
 
Harry slipped into the prefects’ bathroom silently, not at all surprised to
find Draco in the large tub, only the blond head visible in between a myriad of
colourful bubbles of soap. Much to his surprise, Draco didn’t protest as Harry
did not turn to leave but instead came closer. He slid down against the wall
with a long sigh and closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of lavender. After
a few minutes, of silence, Draco finally asked what was wrong, tired of waiting
for Harry to begin. The Gryffindor told him about the encounter at the lake
earlier the day and the unusually short lesson that had ended only a few
minutes prior. When he let out another heart-felt sigh, Draco smiled at him.
“Don’t worry Harry, I don’t think his mood has anything to do with you. He is
like that every year, I believe it has something to do with his dislike for the
season.” Draco climbed out of the tub and grabbed a large white towel that he
wrapped around his waist.
“Maybe you’ll find a way to cheer him up.” Draco said with a smirk before he
turned and walked to the low bench on which his neatly folded clothes lay.
Harry grinned and in turn began peeling his own clothes off, looking forward to
a nice long bath.
 
The next morning, Severus mood had not brightened a bit. He had gone to bed
early after finding that he couldn’t concentrate on his students’ texts since
his mind had been on completely different things but he hadn’t slept well at
all. He let out a small sigh of relief as he found that he was the first to
enter the Great Hall for breakfast and sat down, thinking about how nice an
undisturbed breakfast would be. But as he had feared, he didn’t get the chance
to eat alone. After only a few minutes, Potter stumbled into the Hall, looking
like he had spent the night awake as well. He slid into the chair next to
Severus and poured himself some coffee. Only after he had taken a few sips, he
turned to Severus.
“Morning Professor. Listen, I am sorry about last night. I don’t exactly know
what I’ve done wrong but I didn’t want to…make you feel uncomfortable, if
that’s what it was.”
Severus looked at his student for a while and then decided that he really had
no clue as to what he had done to Severus the night before. He nodded his
acceptance and returned to his breakfast. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw
that the young man stared into his coffee cup, barely looking up as other
members of the staff joined them.
Bit by bit, the table filled and soon a lively chatter could be heard,
thankfully drowning out the sounds of the birds. As Draco arrived, Potter moved
his chair closer to Severus’ to make room for the Slytherin. The Potions Master
stiffened almost imperceptible as a leg pressed against his beneath the table.
He turned to glare at Potter but the brat seemed to be engaged in a discussion
with Draco Malfoy. Severus shifted in his seat to make room for the other but
much to his surprise, Harry’s leg soon enough touched his again. The youth was
pouring himself another cup of coffee, his hands trembling just slightly.
Severus knew that the student was aware of his glare but he didn’t react to it.
Without finding a reasonable excuse for himself, Severus allowed the contact
and continued his breakfast.
The following days, the Gryffindor grew bolder. In the evening, when they had
their lessons, they would train in earnest, Severus pushed Harry further and
further and the youth worked hard to live up to his expectations. More than
once, they ended up shouting at each other and Severus threw the young man out
before he could do or say something he would regret.
In the morning, Harry silently pressed their legs together or brushed Severus
hand ‘accidentally’ as he reached for on thing or the other and Severus
tolerated it. He couldn’t believe what the youth was doing, couldn’t believe
that someone like Harry Potter would show interest in him of all people. More
than once he wondered if it was a joke and when he had almost convinced himself
that it as just that, a little voice in his head would tell him that it was not
because even though Potter didn’t like him, he was not the one for these kinds
of jokes.
On the fifth day, as the complete staff and the remaining students sat in the
Hall again for breakfast, Harry dropped his fork and dived under the table to
pick it up. As a hand came to rest on his upper thigh, Severus jumped, spilling
a bit of pumpkin juice over his hand, earning curious looks from his
colleagues. He glared down at the table. Potter obviously took his time and
deliberately prolonged his search underneath the table, still not taking his
hand away. A few seconds later his Harry’s head appeared between his knees and
green eyes stared at him, blazing with unhidden desire. Within moments,
Severus’ trousers were uncomfortably tight, something which certainly did not
go unnoticed by the wizard between his legs. Severus swallowed hard as he
averted his eyes and kicked at Harry who reappeared at his side few seconds
later. The blasted brat acted as if nothing had happened, as if he had not just
made it impossible for Severus to leave the table any time soon. Severus wanted
to hex him but restrained himself, thinking that it would be difficult to
explain why he felt the need to do that.
An odd sound made Severus turn his head and he saw that Draco Malfoy was
desperately trying to hide his amusement behind his cup. It made him furious.
What where they thinking? Severus came to the conclusion that it was a cruel,
cold-hearted joke after all and he had almost fallen for it. Draco couldn’t
longer hide his grin and left the Hall quickly.
Severus needed only a few minutes to calm down, being furious obviously helped
every as bit of arousal to vanish quickly, and he left the Hall quickly.
 
Harry grinned to himself, as he took another sip of his coffee. He was
satisfied to know that Snape did react to him in exactly the way Harry would
have wanted him to. He shifted in his chair, trying to find a more comfortable
position but it proved to be a fruitless attempt. He’d have to wait until he
was able to stand up without embarrassing himself in front of the whole staff,
but he thought it had been worth it. The surprised, slightly flushed look on
Snape’s face appeared in his mind and Harry bit his lip. As McGonagall stood to
leave, he caught a suspicious look and he fought hard not to blush. He remained
in the Hall until his arousal had finally faded and then left quickly. He
didn’t get far. As soon as the door closed behind him, he found himself pressed
against a wall, a strong hand wrapped around his throat, making it difficult to
breathe.
“I don’t know what you got out of your little display in there, Potter, but I
will have you know that I will not be subject to any of your jokes!” Snape
yelled at him, ignoring Harry’s frantic try to get him to release his neck. The
youth was starting to turn red before Severus realised what he was doing. He
loosened his hold but didn’t let go.
“Do you understand me, Potter?” He growled, clearly trying to control his
temper.
Harry shook his head violently. “It wasn’t- it was no joke, Professor!” He
rasped out, his voice hoarse.
Snape pressed him even harder against the wall, his body heavy against Harry’s,
and the Gryffindor couldn’t help a moan that escaped him, as his blood surged
towards his groin. Snape’s eyes widened for an instant before narrowing to
black slits.
“Don’t believe that you can fool me boy, you will regret it!” The low,
dangerous voice vibrated through his body and Harry pressed himself against his
teacher none too subtly, another moan escaping his lips. The last thing he saw
was something akin to shock on Snape’s face and then the world faded out around
him.
 
Harry woke up on an uncomfortable sofa and groaned. Snape was at his side and
leaning over him in an instant, telling him to say something.
“I’m sorry.” Harry choked out, wincing at the sore feeling in his throat.
Without a word, Snape handed him a phial of a cream-coloured potion and Harry
drank it without thinking twice about it. The burning in his throat stopped
almost immediately and Harry smiled his thanks weakly. He looked up at Snape
who looked thunderous and his heart started to pound quickly in his chest. He
had made a mistake. He opened his mouth to say something, probably to apologize
again but Snape was turning around and walking away from the couch before he
got a word out. Moments later, he was back with a jar of something blue in his
hands.
“Tilt your head up, Potter.” He said in a flat voice. Harry obeyed, wondering
what was to come. To his surprise, Snape scooped up some of the blue substance
and gently rubbed it into the tender skin of Harry’s neck. He must have felt
Harry’s frantic heartbeat but he didn’t comment on it. When he was done, he set
the jar down on a low table and sat down in a wing-backed chair, facing Harry.
“Explain yourself.”
“I- Professor, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you, I just…” He
trailed off and swallowed. “It was not a joke, sir.”
Snape let out a snort. “Then what was it, Mister Potter?”
Harry thought about how he should phrase his answer but his brain didn’t seem
to be willing to cooperate with him. Swallowing again, he met Snape’s eyes.
“I want you…sir.” His voice was barely above a whisper but Severus had heard
him nonetheless, not believing his ears. His eyes narrowed again.
“Why would you want me, the loathsome, evil Potions Professor?”
Harry got up from the couch and knelt besides Severus’ chair, laying one hand
on his knee. Severus managed not to flinch.
“You’re not loathsome,” the youth said, “okay, you can be if you want to, but
you’re not always like that!”
Snape looked at Harry with an expression that Harry couldn’t decipher. “You
have not answered my question.” He stated calmly.
Harry let out a sigh and raked his free hand through his already messy hair. “I
don’t know why, I just do!” He said, pleading with his eyes for Severus to
believe him. The older man looked at Harry for a while, seeming to search his
eyes for prove of what Harry had said. Harry held the intense gaze, waiting
impatiently for Snape to say something. At last, the man sighed and ran a hand
through Harry’s hair gently, letting his palm rest against Harry’s cheek.
“Do you know what you are asking for, Mister Potter? If-“
Harry winced and interrupted Severus. “Can you call me Harry, please?”
Severus nodded and continued as if nothing had happened.”If I agree to give you
what you want, you will also have to give me what I want, and rest assured that
I will not be content to make it a one-off.”
A small, slightly insecure smile appeared on Harry’s face. “I was hoping you’d
say that.”
They looked at each other silently for a few seconds, Harry’s fingers on
Severus’ leg mirroring the older man’s caress against Harry’s cheek. Slowly,
Harry leaned forward, tilting his head up and Severus’ lips descended on his.
They were softer and warmer than Harry had expected as they moved gently over
his. A tongue requested entry to his mouth, which was granted immediately. They
explored each other, tongues dancing leisurely as hands roamed over their still
clothed bodies.
After a while of gentle kissing, Severus stood, pulling Harry up with him. He
led the youth into his bedroom and began to undress him, his mouth tasting ever
inch of skin he revealed. Soon Harry stood on shaky legs as Severus knelt
before him, skilled tongue dipping into Harry’s navel, circling around it and
following the line of dark hairs to the waistband of his trousers. Severus
smiled as he heard a whimpered ’please’ and was only too happy to give Harry
what he wanted. The youth groaned loudly, one hand threading through Severus
lank hair, as he was enveloped in a moist heat he had longed to feel for far
too long. The Potions Master drove him to the edge, only to let go off him
completely and push him onto the large bed. Harry’s groan of frustration soon
turned into a moan as he watched Severus undress and climb onto the bed besides
him. Harry reached out to pull the older man closer, enjoying the feel of naked
skin against his own.
“I want you inside me, Severus.” He breathed, eliciting a shiver from the other
wizard.
Severus paused to look at him. “Have you done this before?”
Harry shook his head in answer and Severus opened his mouth to say something
but fingers on his lips silenced him.
“I am sure. I want it, Severus, I want you.” After a moment, Severus nodded and
leaned over to fish a jar filled with a colourless substance out of his
nightstand.
While his lips and tongue mapped every inch of Harry’s skin, Severus used his
fingers to prepare the Gryffindor. It didn’t take long until he found the
sensitive spot inside his future lover und soon the youth was writhing and
moaning on his hand, demanding more. Locking his eyes with blazing green one’s,
Severus slowly entered Harry, losing his breath as the tight heat grasped him.
Claiming Severus lips again, Harry urged the older man to move. They soon found
a pace that slowly increased, both men panting heavily as their bodies moved in
synch. Harry’s moans of passion spurred Severus on, his movements speeding up
as he felt Harry’s muscles clench around him. His name on the lips of the youth
as he reached his orgasm, sent Severus spiralling over the edge and he
collapsed on top of Harry, rolling to the side as soon as he had come back to
his senses. Harry let out a noise that sounded like a purr, looking more than
satisfied. With a smile, he wrapped his arms around Severus, leaning up to kiss
him soundly.
“That was amazing, thank you.” With that he laid his head on Severus shoulder
and closed his eyes.
 
Later, as Severus sat in his bed, watching the sleeping figure next to him, he
reached out to brush a lock of hair out of Harry’s eyes and sighed with a small
smile. Maybe, just maybe, spring had brought something good to him for once.
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